Chapter 1

Jen looked at herself in the mirror. The many years of marriage and motherhood hadn't diminished her looks. She still had a pretty face. Her blond hair was soft and full. She wore it longer lately, past her shoulders, the way she did when she was younger. Those were the days when she was trying to attract guys. She thought those days were over when she married her husband Mike, almost 10 years ago. But here she was at 33, trolling again for guys.

She stepped back from the mirror so her entire body came into view. She knew she looked desirable. "Fuckable" as Mike would say. She wore an ivory silk blouse that fell perfectly on her small breasts. The blouse formed a V that just hinted at the lacy bra underneath. Her slim black skirt ended just above her knees. Under the skirt she wore lacy black panties and sheer black thigh highs. The young wife finished her outfit with black heels.

Jen was 5'3" and petite. Besides her pretty face, she knew her best assets were her long graceful legs. Her legs were slim, taut and shapely, and they seemed to go on forever. She knew that when she crossed her legs the skirt would ride up to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings. In the past, she took pains to prevent that kind of flash from happening. Recently, though, at her husband's insistence, she actually practiced flashing her stocking tops. She practiced sitting so the skirt rode up just enough to reveal her stocking tops. She also spent a lot of time shopping, looking for just the right length skirt, and stockings with just the right width welt.